I took some trash out to the dumpster Sunday. As I was coming back in, I noticed a pile of small rocks by a side table on my porch, just outside my door. I'm at a loss as to how they could have gotten there. It hasn't been nice enough to take the grandkids outside to play, which means none of the little ones could have possibly done it. So, I'm going to believe it was Davy ... that he's still bringing me rocks.
I gathered them all up and put them in an old bottle my son-in-law gave to me. It makes me happy to think that Davy left these rocks by my front door. It doesn't matter is that's true or not ... it makes me happy to believe it.
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